Last night, I dreamed I was in an orchestra, and we were about to start playing, but the only thing we knew was “Come on, Eileen,” by Dexy’s Midnight Wotsits.
We were all doing that tuning/warm-up cacophony pre-concert when the fellow next to me confessed he was new and didn’t know the song, so I and the fellow on the other side of him were trying to teach it to him.
We were all doing that tuning/warm-up cacophony pre-concert when the fellow next to me confessed he was new and didn’t know the song, so I and the fellow on the other side of him were trying to teach it to him.